Elsie
Kellan and I arrived in Paris a couple of hours ago. I was so excited to be here. Not only because of our destination but also because we can spend quality time together without him disappearing all day to work. The hotel he booked us was beautiful. It was five stars, and you could see the Eiffel tower from our suite. The view from our balcony is incredible.
I am currently out on the balcony, drinking coffee as Kellan showers. We decided to shower separately because if we didn’t, we would become distracted and take longer to head out.

I’m in complete awe of the place already. I am so eager to get out there and explore with Kellan. Suddenly, a pair of arms come around me from behind.
“It is stunning, isn’t it, my love?” he whispers and kisses my neck.
I rest back against his chest, “Yes.”
Kellan turns me to face him. I moan instantly when I see he is only in a towel. He chuckles at my reaction and presses a soft kiss to my lips. I whimper into his lips and wrap my arms around his neck. He holds my hips but pulls back from the kiss.
“Easy, sweetness; you still need to shower before we go out,” he says.
“And I will, soon. Can I please have your lips back now?” I pout.

He swats my ass, “No. But later tonight, I plan on fucking you right here on the balcony.” He rasps.
I groan and squeeze my legs together. He wants to have sex out here. It would be another new experience for me, and the idea of it is so damn hot.
“Only if you get your sexy ass inside and shower now, anyway,” he smirks.
I huff and glare at him, “You are so mean.”

“You love it. Now, go.” He demands and slaps my ass.
“Yes, Sir.” I laugh and stroll inside.
I can feel his eyes watching me. I smirk to myself and start to strip my clothes off on the way to the bathroom. Kellan growls loudly from behind me.
“Now, who is being mean.” He calls after me.
I stop and glance over my shoulder at him. I flash my sexiest smile at him before I disappear into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I lock it, too, in case he tries to come in after me.
I couldn’t wait to climb into the shower. It is massive, and the shower head is so damn powerful. I switch it on and climb in. I wouldn’t take too long because I do want to get out. I need food. We could have ordered room service, but we chose not to. We wanted to go out and find somewhere to eat. I know a little French, but Kellan is fluent in it, which is a bonus.
Kellan has booked us on a river cruise tomorrow night for dinner. It will be a great experience, so romantic and beautiful. I have had so many experiences I could have only dreamt of while with Kellan.
I smile to myself at the thoughts. The next few days will be amazing!
***
Kellan and I were walking down by River Seine, hand in hand, after a delicious lunch.
“I can’t wait to see the tower all lit up!” I gush.
“Me too. Would you like to take a trip up it tomorrow?” he asks.
“I don’t know if I can. It is so high,”
The thought is a scary one, but is it an experience I want to miss out on because of a little fear?”
“We don’t need to, but if we do, I promise you will be safe. I will keep you safe.” He smiles and kisses the top of my head.
“I know you will. You always do. I will think on it, promise.” I reply and reach up to peck his lips.
“Do you want to sit for a little while, watch the world go by?” he asks.
I nod, and we sit down on a wall, our feet dangling over the edge and above the water. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he slips his arm around my shoulder.
“Thank you for bringing me here, Kellan,” I whisper and move to nuzzle his neck.
He plants a kiss on my forehead, “Angel, I will show the world if you let me.”
I close my eyes and sigh in contentment. I lift my head to look up at him. He is already staring down at me, a beautiful smile on his lips.
I caress his cheek with the pad of my thumb, “I love you so much, Kellan.”
“I love you too, sweetheart, more than you will ever know.”
His smile grows, and he strokes the hair away from my face. Our lips meet in a sweet, passionate kiss. I don’t think I will ever get tired of his kisses. When we part, I rest my head back on his shoulder.
We sit in silence, a comfortable one, though.
“I would like to come back here with you one day, but I think we should go to Monte Carlo next time for a week. It is stunning, and you would love it,” he suggests.
“I have seen photos, and it is beautiful, but isn’t it expensive?” I ask.
“It can be, yes, but you don’t need to worry about that, my love.” He smiles.
“Maybe, we can discuss it at a later date. For now, let’s enjoy Paris.”
I appreciate him wanting to show me the world, but I would rather save money and help pay for trips.
“Yes, let’s.” he agrees.
“Should we continue our walk? Find somewhere for coffee?” I ask.
“Sure. Whatever you want, beautiful.”
Kellan jumps to his feet and offers me his hand. I smile brightly and take it. He helps me to my feet, keeping our fingers linked as we continue our walk.
“Elsie, I really am sorry about what happened in London,” he sighs.
“Kellan, it is okay, love. It is forgotten. We sorted it. We are in Paris now; London doesn’t matter.” I reply firmly.
I don’t like he still feels guilty about it. None of it matters anymore.
“I know, sorry. I will not bring it up again,” he chuckles.
“Good!” I snicker and pat his chest.
He lets go of my hand but slips his arm around me and brings me to his side. I am so in love with this man. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I do him.
I can’t wait to continue making more new memories with him, starting with our time in Paris.
(Hello everyone, Happy New Year. I am sorry there hasn't been an update in a while. I was having a little writer's block with this story, but I think that has passed now.)